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manias-wordcount · 7 months
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Her Good Girl (Vi)
Kinktober 2023 Day Eleven: Dildo
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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“Deep breath for me, sweetheart. Come on, in…”
  You take a deep breath in, letting precious air fill your lungs and give you life.
  “...and out.” 
  You let it all go. Letting the breath of life slip past your parted lips for a short trip away from you and your body. It’s necessary. To keep on living. To keep on going. So you don’t miss it. You don’t miss the air that is used to fill your lungs. Besides…
  You have that smile of hers to look forward to.
  “Good girl,” Vi hums at you from between your legs. Her eyes are half-lidded, and her gaze sits heavy, heavy, heavy on your lower stomach. As if it’s the real trouble you have to worry about right now. And not the fact that there’s a hand settling over your waist, trying to keep you still. Or the fact that your legs are thrown over her shoulders, putting you in an especially vulnerable position. Or even the fact that you measly little tank top you were wearing is pushed up high enough that your boobs can do nothing but sit out on your chest- exposed and on display. All for her to see. All for her to enjoy. “Do you want more?”
  “Yes.” You respond quickly. With a shaky voice and a swiftness that’s a little too embarrassing for even you in this moment. In fact, you can even feel all the blood rushing to your face as you only grow more and more flustered. Though that might have something to do with the way Vi’s gaze is constantly flickering downwards towards the main event happening between your thighs. “Yes, I- I want more. Please.”
  Your own voice sounds pathetic in your ears. But in front of you, Vi shutters at the sound and sight of your pretty pink tongue darting out to lick at your lips at the same time. She’s always been so soft with you. She’s always been so weak for you. Wanting to do nothing but touch you. Please you. Pleasure you- the whole nine yards. 
  That’s the whole reason why you’re here right now. Almost completely naked while lying on your back with her between your legs. With your legs up and spread nice and wide. And your soaking wet panties somewhere across the room. Though, you imagine they aren’t as wet as you were when Vi finally stopped teasing you and had you riding her tongue for so, so long. And you imagine they aren’t as wet as you right now
  Considering just how easily this new dildo Vi bought for you glides so easily into your fluttering little hole.
  “Then I’ll give you more,” Your girlfriend murmurs quietly as her hands work to make more of this shiny new toy disappear inside of you. Instantly, you’re pulling a face and breathing harder now than you were before. She moves slowly- not enough to get you loud or screaming. But enough to keep you a little noisy. To make you feel a little stretch. To get you biting at your lip and grabbing at her wrist for a chance to ground yourself as the dildo pushes further and further and further inside of you. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
  You don’t doubt that. You didn’t doubt that. Not the first time she said it to you. Not the last time she said it to you. Not even for a second. You believed her full-heartedly when she called you to come back home and told you that she was going to take care of your every little need tonight. 
You believed her completely when you arrived to see the packaging of a seven-inch bright pink and thick dildo in the trash and the toy itself sitting out on the counter to dry. And now you believe it with every fiber of your being. That she’ll take care of you. That she’ll pleasure you. Give you all you want. Especially now that had she started pushing this brand-new toy of hers past your lower lips and into your dripping-wet hole…
  …only to pull it all the way out and shove it fully back in.
  “Ah…” Your moans are soft. Near silent in this bedroom safe space she shares with you. But she drives it up. Her ears drink up every sound you and your lewd body make for her and for her alone. From the sounds of your moans and groans and gasps to the sounds of the sheets rustling beneath you. And even the wet, dirty sounds that your pussy makes as your walls are stretched out and stuffed full all by Vi’s doing. All by Vi’s hands. “Oh…oh…”
  You start to sit up on the bed, propping yourself up on your arms as you try to watch her work out the tightness building within you. But she’s quick to take the hand she had on your waist and to push you back into flying flat on the bed. And without missing a beat, you find your legs being bent further and your body being nearly folded in half as Vi leans into you. But then she starts taking you further. While still using one hand to work the dildo inside of you- slipping it in and sliding it out so, so easily- she’s using the other to bring your knees to your chest.
  This angle allows her to get closer to you. So, so much closer. Now her face is mere inches away from your drooling pussy, ready for your clit to be licked and flicked if Vi so wishes. Now her face is mere inches away from your chest- nipples ready to be sucked on if Vi so wishes. And even more than that- now her face is mere inches away from yours. With eyes ready to meet and lips ready to kiss and kiss until she has to remind you to breathe for her again.
  And that’s exactly what she does.
  Because while she’s kissing you, she can move even closer to you. She can swallow up your even sound- your every moan and cry and whimper and gasp for air. She can swallow it all up, and she owns it. And she does all of that while another hand comes up and cups at your boobs. Fondling them. Rolling a nipple between two fingers. Squeezing, touching, holding, feeling. But most of all?
  She can do all that while working the dildo inside of you to reach deeper. To hit harder. To make the pleasure feel even more sweeter. Even more intense. Then the second before. And the second before that. And the second before that as well. 
  She can stretch you out. She can make you feel so full and stuffed and tight before pulling it all away. Making you miss the feeling of that brand-new toy being pushed past your lower lips and swallowed by your pretty little cunny. More than you miss the air that leaves your lungs. Because even though you know it’s going to come back. Even though you know it’s about to happen all over again and again and again and again? You find that it’s something to look forward to. You still find that it’s something that feels necessary. To keep on going. To keep on living. To keep on feeling good. To keep on being hers.
  “Good girl...good, good, good girl….”
  Her good girl.
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sloan-baux · 8 months
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When my spouse finds me fervently writing my fanfic at 4 a.m. and drags me into bed:
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junkyardescape · 11 months
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Put Sessions Taliyah on at work today and the brain rot came in so fast I got a lil misty eyed 😭 it's unfair how much I love star guardians omfg
Why do I have to work
Why can't I just write SG fic all the time
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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Evelynn + kiss with while dyeing? I love angst.
I'm a big fan of angst too Anon. Evelynn is a great choice for your last kiss.
Pairing: Evelynn x Reader
Tags: angst, death, last kiss, tears, final kiss
Word count: 0.3k
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A/N: I think she'd at least make sure your final kiss is a good one.
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50. kisses with their last dying breath
Quiet. It was unusual for Evelynn to be quiet around you. For the past day she'd been acting a little off. Her normally mischievous eyes grew duller than usual, her kisses were less frequent. Every time you pulled her for a kiss she shied away. And you? You started to feel tired. Very tired.
"It's time huh?" The question seemed to have caught Evelynn off guard. Her hands stilled, halfway down your face. For the past hour you've been lying on your bed, with your head in Evelynn's lap, only the occasional song note hummed between you two.
"Almost." Evelynn gives you a small smile as she bends down a kisses your forehead.
You hum in acknowledgement, "I don't regret it you know? Falling in love with you and all. It's been a nice year with you Eve, thank you."
Evelynn laughed, low and almost whispery, "I swear you must be the first human who's ever thanked me for this." Her hand moved again, stroking your cheek. "You were always a little strange though. It's what I like most about you."
You raise your hand to cup her cheek.
"At least I know I made an impression." Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, but you want to keep them open, you want to keep looking at Evelynn forever. You reach behind her, letting her silky hair thread through your fingers as you pull her closer. "One last kiss?"
There way an audible whimper. You think it's from Evelynn but she never whimpers, so decide not to comment on it.
"You're so selfish." You merely grin up at her, waiting to feel her lips against yours one final time. They're just as soft against yours as always, sending tingles across your body. "I promise I won't forget you darling." She whispers against your lips as you exhale one final time, your face frozen with your smile on your face. You're unable to see it, but for the first time in a very, very long time Evelynn lets her tears fall.
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lightning-bringer · 2 years
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Hi ! I just saw you're starting to take request and all, welcome to tumblr :)
I was wondering if you could do some headcanon about kayn odyssey as a single father please (he as a little girl that looks like him)
If you can focus on his relationship with his daughter as a busy ordinal that would be awesome! But if you want to do a little part were he decide to start to date again I would really enjoy to read that too!
Hope you'll have a great day!!
Hey thank u so much! This idea is so good I love writing parental relationships, so I hope you like it!
Also I ended up not adding a part of him dating again because I think between being an Ordinal, having a daughter, and later on finding Rhaast and so pursuing Sona, he wouldn't have time to think about it
• When his daughter's mother died and Kayn had to take care of her he hadn't found Rhaast yet
• He had literally no idea of her existence until she tracked down Fractal Shear and nearly got herself killed trying to embark secretly
• When his slingtroopers got her to Kayn, he didn't need much convincing that she was his daughter to believe her. She had very little of her mother (a nice woman he met on a small planet years before) and nearly everything of him
• The fact that she tried to sneak up into an Ordinal's ship at the ripe age of 8 showed that.
• Kayn had no idea how to be a dad at the time, and he didn't have time to try, so Keelo was definitely a huge fightmek babysitter
• In fact, Keelo would walk around the ship with her in his big shoulders and try to surprise Kayn with her (they'd jump up with weapons screaming "surprise!" and Kayn would be only mildly concerned that his 9 year old daughter had a phatoon weapon in her hand)
• Kayn would be a protective father but not overly so. The kind to go "don't mess up with my daughter" and "I am Ordinal Shieda Kayn and I'll kill you if my daughter shows up with even a single scratch" when they weren't around (which was most of the time),
• And to let her cry her eyes out because of a scrapped knee when they're together because "that's how life is bunny. Now get up and let's start again"
• (Also yes he would call her cute nicknames, which always kind of showed that the things he did were not out of cruelty, only his duty as Ordinal and her father trying to teach her a lesson)
• So he would seem harsh in the beginning to her, and he is a little bit, but he shows his affection in his own ways that she soon would begin to understand
• Even though he didn't have much time (or knowledge) for fatherhood, Kayn would try his best. He'd make her train really hard because that's what he knew showing affection was like
• (Tackling her down and telling her she shouldn't fight fair to survive)
• Maybe with a little help of the crew he'd soften on the how to be a dad thing, getting better at celebrating holidays and birthdays, and as his daughter grew, Kayn would definitely be a very proud father teaching her all he knew
• When he found Rhaast though, things would change a lot
• Rhaast would take an interest in her and tell Kayn she was someone worthy, which would worry him that if Rhaast consumed him, he'd turn to his daughter next
• Surprisingly that and his obsession with ora would turn him into a more attentive (if also more controlling and obsessive) father, doing everything to be sure she was strong enough to fight for herself at all times
• So he'd like to have her close to him all the time so he can protect her from anyone and anything evil that could get to her, even himself and Rhaast
• (Absolutely overprotective Kayn mode activate)
• If he were secretly protective before, now Kayn would become a literal monster at the thought of any harm coming to his baby girl
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metalichotchoco · 1 year
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The new chapter is out :] Yippee! I should maybe change the tags to include hurt- comfort at this rate lol
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officeladythyme · 2 years
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Chapter 1 of my Ashe x Sejuani fanfic is finally completed. Please check it out and review/reblog. I’d appreciate it! I had a lot of fun writing this and only at the last minute panicked when I realize I didn’t have a title. After several Nordic song playlists later, came up with this title. Whoever read it, I hope you enjoy!
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avaantares · 1 year
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Fanfiction Authors: HEADS UP
(Non-authors, please RB to signal boost to your author friends!)
An astute reader informed me this morning that one of my fics (Children of the Future Age) had been pirated and was being sold as a novel on Amazon:
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(And they weren't even creative with their cover design. If you're going to pirate something that I spent a full year of my life writing, at least give me a pretty screenshot to brag about later. Seriously.)
I promptly filed a DMCA complaint to have it removed, but I checked out the company that put it up -- Plush Books -- and it looks like A LOT of their books are pirated fic. They are by no means the only ones doing this, either -- the fact that """publishers""" can download stories from AO3 in ebook format and then reupload them to Amazon in just a few clicks makes fic piracy a common problem. There are a whole host of reasons why letting this continue is bad -- including actual legal risk to fanfiction archives -- but basically:
IF YOU ARE A FANFIC AUTHOR WITH LONG AND/OR POPULAR WORKS, PLEASE CHECK AMAZON TO SEE IF YOUR STORIES HAVE BEEN PIRATED.
You can search for your fics by title, or by text from the description (which is often just copied wholesale from AO3 as well). If you find that someone has stolen your work and is selling it as their own, you can lodge a DMCA complaint (Amazon.com/USA site; other countries have different systems). If you haven't done this before, it's easy! Here's a tutorial:
HOW TO FILE A COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT FOR STOLEN WORK ON AMAZON.COM:
First, go to this form. You'll need to be signed into your Amazon account.
Select the radio buttons/dropdown options (shown below) to indicate that you are the legal Rights Owner, you have a copyright concern, and it is about a pirated product.
Enter the name of your story in the Name of Brand field.
In the Link to the Copyrighted Work box, enter a link to the story on AO3 or whatever site your work is posted on.
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In the Additional Information box, explain that you are the author of the work and it is being sold without your permission. That's all you really need. If you want, you can include additional information that might be helpful in establishing the validity of your claim, but you don't have to go into great detail. You can simply write something like this:
I am the author of this work, which is being sold by [publisher] without my permission. I originally published this story in [date/year] on [name of site], and have provided a link to the original above. On request, I can provide documentation proving that I am the owner of the account that originally posted this story.
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In the ASIN/ISBN-10 field, copy and paste the ID number from the pirated copy's URL. You'll find this ten-digit number in the Amazon URL after the word "product," as in the screenshot below. (If the URL extends beyond this number, you can ignore everything from the question mark on.) Once this number has been added, Amazon will pull the product information automatically and add it to the complaint form, so you can check the listing title and make sure it's correct.
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Finally, add your contact information to the relevant fields, check the "I have read and accept the statements" box, and then click Submit. You should receive an email confirmation that Amazon has received the form.
Please share this information with your writer friends, keep an eye out for/report pirated works, and help us keep fanfiction free and legally protected!
NOTE: All of the above also applies to Amazon products featuring stolen artwork, etc., so fan artists should check too!
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inkskinned · 10 months
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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ilyberrymuch · 6 months
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you can also put in the tags how old you were, again im nosy lol
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manias-wordcount · 3 months
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Just Hair (Jinx x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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She’s usually not this…quiet.
  Well. Maybe that’s a weird thing to have. Sure, she gives the impression of a chatterbox. Someone who loves the sound of her own voice. Someone who can’t stand to be ignored or cast aside. You’d be lying if you said those weren’t your immediate thoughts about her when you first met her.
  But when you think about it, it’s really not like she’s talking all the time. It’s not like she says everything in a shout or a yell or a scream. She’s not loud and explosive and in your face every waking moment of the day. In fact, sometimes you think it’s others that do the talking for her. People who rile her up. People who she riles up. Her footsteps when she wants to be seen and make a scene. The footsteps that come running towards her whenever she’s seen and there’s about to be a scene. The explosives and explosions that she creates. The explosives and explosions that she’s drawn to. It’s all so loud. You associate her loud. She is loud. 
  Even when she’s not the one opening her mouth. So you suppose that’s why you’re so curious as to why she’s being so calm and so still for you right now. She usually isn’t like this. You don’t associate her with behaviors like this. And you just can’t help but wonder: why.
  After all, all you’re doing is laying her head in your lap and brushing through her hair. Not anything important. Not anything crazy. So why?
  Why?
  You think about it as you continue your actions. Your eyes sweep around Jinx’s hideout, hoping it’ll give you some type of clue. The dolls she made a while back are still there. A not-so-successful project is strewn about a makeshift coffee table. One you distinctly remember helping her paint (and then later spray paint) not too long ago. But no dice. So you turn your attention back onto her.
  The girl who’s always on your mind.
  It’s an odd sight, in your opinion. But a beautiful one at the exact time. You’re both on an old mattress. A nicer one in your opinion. You’re sitting up, legged crossed and back straight towards one edge of the mattress while Jinx lays across your lap, head cradled by your thighs. Her signature braids are undone and long blue hair is just about everywhere in your vision as you take your time while running the brush across every single strand you have access to. And it all connects down back to her. And every time you look at her face, you can see the same expression there. Eyes closed. Face relaxed. No frowns. No worries. None of those things. Just pure bliss. Pure, pure bliss.
  It truly is a foreign sight to you. Seeing her so at peace. You would have assumed she was sleeping if you didn’t know her so well. That’s why you’re so hesitant to break the silence. So hesitant to break the stillness that sits between the two of you. But you have to know. You just have to know…
  Why?
  And so, your mouth parts finally, deciding that it’s best to come right out about it. And that’s the thing. There’s a question in there, hanging on your tongue. Dancing on your lips. It’s there. But it doesn’t come out. Not quite yet anyways. You’ve learned to be very careful with your words around her. Very careful with your questions. In the years you’ve been with friends with her, you’ve learned how fragile a hair-trigger can be. You learned how random her trigger can be as well. With things you never known. With things you’ve never expected. So you stay there, and you ponder. Thinking long, thinking hard about what you want to ask. What you want to say. And by the time the perfect sentence forms in your mind…
  “This is nice…”
  …she beats you to the punch.
  “What is?” You ask Jinx in response to her off-hand comment. She takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. And then another. And another. And another. And another. Rinse. Repeat. But in all honesty? You’re fine with this. Never once had you stopped looking down at your friend’s expression with a curious gaze. Never once had your fingers stopped running the bristles of the hairbrush through her long hair- carefully making its way through tiny little knots here and there. 
  Your question can wait if she’s willing to share. Anything in your life could wait for her honestly. Perhaps she knows that about you. Perhaps that’s why she’s taking her time with her answer right now. You have a feeling you’ll never know. She’s always been an enigma after all.
  But she’s your enigma. And she’ll always be.
  “Nobody has brushed my hair in a long, long time.” She finally says after a long period of silence. Her voice is as quiet and as calm as her demeanor is. But there’s nothing scary about this. No silent storm here- not even in the far distance. You’re happy about that. You want it to stay that way. She deserves that. She deserves this. “So this is nice.”
  “No one?” You question, almost absently, after a little while. It’s something to fill the void, really. Something to make her feel acknowledged and seen and heard- even when you don’t quite have a response for her at the moment. “Really?”
  “I don’t play well with others,” She reminds you, a playful lilt to her voice. And although her eyes are still closed. There’s an almost proud smile starting to tug at the corner of her lips- unable to stay hidden for long. “Except for you.”
  Well…I’m glad.” At the mention of you being the exception in you are her life, you can’t help but smile your own smile. Even if her eyes aren’t open to see it. You can’t help it. The words hit straight to your heart, even if she didn’t mean anything much by them. “That makes me special.”
  “You’ve always been special to me.”
  Her eyes are open now. Her gaze is on you. And even though her dark eyes are intense, you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You don’t feel like you’re about to be hunted or stalked. You don’t feel like you’re prey. So you hold her gaze. And you try not to think about just how soft it is now that her eyes are on you. Looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to her right now. And you want to be. Is it selfish to want that? Is it selfish to want that from her when you were once afraid of her too? Is it selfish to want that when you don’t even know her every secret yet? Is it selfish? Is it?
  “Yeah…” 
  It might be. It might be selfish. But by now, the brush in your hand has run over this section more times than you can count already. But you like just how smoothly it travels through her long, pretty hair. You like how it makes her smile a little more. You like how it makes her feel relaxed. Happy. Loved. Cherished. So you’ll do it a couple more times. Just to be sure. Just to be sure. It’s the very least you could do. She deserves that. She deserves this.
  “You’ve always been special to me too.”
  And you’re more than happy to give it to her.
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Wham bang whoosh! ⚡💥✨💫
You teleport to a random world, any world, any place real or imaginary, right now just as you are when you're reading this. Where are you and what's happening?
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lightning-bringer · 2 years
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Twisted Fate's NSFW alphabet!
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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
TF is a romantic at heart so he loves giving and receiving after care. He loves to pamper his lover with kisses, delicious food, run hot baths for them and everything they'll allow him too.
He also loves to be the best so no matter the situation he'll always make sure to do at least one thing that'll make him be remembered as the best they ever had, and he knows the power of great aftercare
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
On himself, TF loves his hands of course. The amount of times this man jokes about the dexterity of a card shark is insane, but he is right.
On his partner it's definitely thighs. He loves to squeeze and bite them, and honestly the bigger the better
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
He is tidy even when it comes to this so he doesn't like to cum on someone or to have someone cum on him (which means he swallows)
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
He has the biggest degrading kink in the history of Runeterra but he would NEVER admit it, so it has to be slowly pried out of him (and if it gets mixed up with a little bit of praise... he melts)
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Twisted Fate is that kind of guy who likes yo brag about how good they are in bed except everything he says is true. Surprisingly so. He is experienced and there are very few things he hasn't tried yet
F= Favorite position
It varies a lot depending on rather he's being the top or bottom, but generally if he's being fucked he enjoys good old doggy/leap frog and if he's fucking he likes cowgirl or to do it standing and from behind
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
He's not downright funny, but TF is playful in a more sensual way, a real tease
H= Hair (grooming habits)
He keeps his pubes very tidy. He never shaves everything off because he really doesn't like to do so, he liked body hair, but it's always well groomed
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Tobias is a healthy mix of both things. He likes to hold his lover close and whisper in their ear and also to spank them and be called a whole in return
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Even though Twisted Fate can pretty much have anyone he wants at nearly any time, he sees the value of a having some good times with himself. He doesn't masturbate that often because he can get laid if he wants to, so when he does it it's because he wants a moment to relax alone and enjoy himself
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
As I said he has tried most things at least once, but his favorite is still degradation and some bondage (in him or his partner he doesn't really care). He also might have a thing for strong people, idk if thats a kink but if they can overpower him (rather physically or magically), it is a turn on. Oh also likes to have his partners sit on his face
Also he's a total switch, be it bottom or top or Dom or sub, he'll do whatever he wants or whatever will give him pleasure at the moment
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
Despite everything, TF isn't really an exhibitionist, so he does like to keep things inside 4 walls. Now where exactly those walls are, he can vary lol. He's not against taking risks, it's a thrill, but he'd rather be exploratory in places he has control of possible outcomes, so he's more of a "let's fuck in every corner of the run" guy than a "let's get risky" guy
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Oohh if someone matches this guy's energy... he gets hard right away. Keep up with him, outsmart him, fight him... it all gets his blood pumping (I honestly can't be convinced he doesn't has a crush on Miss Fortune). Also as I said before, thighs. Thighs flexing, thighs open, sitting or touching big thighs (and ass too honestly)
Oh also, hair pulling. Yeah. Pull that hair real hard and it'll get him moaning like a slut.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
There are few things Tobias Felix really won't do or try at least once, but stuff like pet play or daddy/mommy calling really don't do anything to him and he'd rather not do unless his partner insists. He's also not really into feeling pain as much as he into feeling discomfort which is very different
Though things like cutting/scorching or heavy marking in general are hard-nos for him no matter if he's in the receiving ending or giving.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
Twisted Fate LOVES to give oral, doesn't matter what his partner has in between their legs. Though he hardly resists using his skilled hands and fingers, that sharp tongue of his isn't only good for being a con man
He also loves the duality of it, how it can be such a dominant act or a submissive one
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
He can last a long time but mostly because he really likes foreplay and focusing on his partner's needs, so the sex tends to last longer. When it comes to penetration, TF's the kind to get lost in it and how good it feels, so he might not last long though he makes it worth it and will keep tending to his partner if they want to, and he can even go again
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
As I said Tobias really likes foreplay and taking time on his partner so he's not really into quickies, but he doesn't hate them either. He'll do it, it's just not his favorite
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
He likes to try things at least once but he also likes to calculate the risks he's taking, so even though he is incredibly open-minded, he's also controlling so not everything is a straight yes
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
So here he compensates for not lasting that long, because he can go again if he buys himself a little time (by making his partner cum a few times)
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Though I don't see TF as the kind of guy to have sex toys (for no specific reason, he's just not that interested in it), he's definitely not against it and sees them as his biggest ally in sex, mostly if his partner enjoys them and already has some knowledge or a few of their own. Twisted Fate could also be inclined to deep his hand a little bit more into the sex toy thing if he got with someone who liked it a lot
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
He is a big tease and he loves to be teased back. Loves the little game of flirting before and during sex, to tease his partner figuratively and literally (and expects to get the same treatment, he doesn't want it ease)
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
He is a little loud just because he's not afraid to show if he's feeling good, so how loud he is depends on how good he is feeling and he absolutely won't fake
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Tobias Felix likes to be fucked in a mating press and called a pretty little slut
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
He's average, but he knows how to use it
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
TF has a normal sexdrive for his age, nothing crazy or not too little. A healthy amount he would say
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He doesn't sleep right after. He'll get up, get cleaned, get his partner cleaned, maybe do something quickly he can't let for tomorrow, and then he'll sleep because he does get tired
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